Violet, never wanted to have babies. Orphaned and raised by her grandmother in rural Virginia, she was not pretty, and was willing to grab the first man who paid interest.
Joe, turned out to be that guy, and he, an older man, had ambitions of jazzing up his life by moving to Harlem New York. He had heard of the new music, JAZZ, and the emergence of African Americans, wearing expensive clothes, driving automobiles, unlike rural Virginia.
Violet followed her husband Joe to Harlem. They lived not in a spacious farm house, but in an apartment building, with screams emitting from every which way. Violet adjusted, became a hair dresser, while Joe sold cosmetics, from house to house.
This particular day, Joe spotted a light skin younger woman in one of his customer’s houses. The attraction was instant, her name was Dorcas, and she was flirtatious.
Violet had distanced herself…
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